"All things have their season, and in their times all things pass under heaven. A time to be born and a time to die. A time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted. A time to kill, and a time to heal. A time to destroy, and a time to build. A time to weep, and a time to laugh. A time to mourn, and a time to dance. [...] A …showed first 75 words of 759 total…

…showed last 75 words of 759 total…am weary with my crying; my throat is parched; My eyes fail while I wait for my God. Those who hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head; those who would destroy me are powerful, being wrongfully my enemies" (Psalm 69:1-4). There is little wonder why the impoverished turn to the Bible with their woes - it provides words of encouragement to those with no society with which to belong.